Just My Opinion by realstone 2006©
“Ms. Williamson.”
“Yes, Jonelle?”
“Representative Dickerson is on line two.”
The weary magistrate closed her eyes, not now; I have too much to do as it is. She tried with all that she had within her
not to count all the political and social ramifications of dissing the
representative. But the list filled her
mind and after several heartbeats she opened her eyes, put a smile in her voice
and reluctantly stabbed the flashing button.
“Representative Dickerson, it’s a pleasure to hear from you this
afternoon. How can I be of assistance?”
Evangeline looked up from the draft of her speech to watch the man
in her life exit the bathroom with one towel hanging low on his hip and another
draped over his head. Feeling her gaze, he stopped
drying his hair and looked out from under the white terry cloth.
“What?”
“I’m estimating how long it’s going to be before that towel falls
off.”
“You wish.”
Evangeline smiled in agreement.
“Yeah, I do.”
“What cha doing?” John
mumbled from under the towel starting to dry his hair again.
“Representative Michale E. Dickerson, appreciates me, so much that she asked me to serve on a panel
of community women speaking to a group of young females that she is mentoring.”
Evangeline couldn’t keep the sarcasm out of her voice.”
“This could be the opportunity, you’ve been seeking for additional
support that of bill you’ve been following?”
“Perhaps,” she said hesitantly.
“But my schedule is already overloaded.”
Knowing how she would react if he spoke the words on the tip of
his tongue, that she had already accepted the representatives’ request after
thinking, rethinking, and dissecting the situation and that no matter how
overworked she felt she was, she would not turn down a worthy request of her
time; he chose a safer route and asked, “Can I read your speech?”
Evangeline looked down at the white paper covered with black
figures and red marks, then back at her husband of ten years. “If you utter one snigger, you and the
pillows in the guest room will be forming a semi-permanent relationship.”
John walked to her side of the bed and took the page held out to
him. Slender brown fingers were tempted
to pull on the knot holding the material hiding two his best features. Instead
she behaved as the dignified woman that she was and clasped her hands demurely
in her lap. But she couldn’t help but
grinned back as his heart shaped lips shifted into a knowing grin and he
winked at her.
Evangeline watched closely as John settled in one of the large
chairs near the ceiling to floor windows that kept their room full of
light. She recognized each look that
passed across his face as he read her words.
There was an “ah” moment, a couple of “what in the hell,” even a slight
smile that might have meant he understood.
But what he really thought she couldn’t discern. She'd have to wait for him to tell her what
was going on behind those sky blue eyes.
When he was finished, he walked to her side of the bed,
laid the paper on her night stand and started their nightly ritual. The one he’d performed for the last twelve or
so years. It had happened after their
second time together in his apartment in the
After they had made love and showered, he had stood over her for a
brief moment, his eyes moving slowly over her body then he had sit on the bed
and scooted her over until she was positioned so that they spooned together
back to front.
Facing away from him, Evangeline tried to wait through his silence
as he settled behind her. When she
couldn’t hold the question any longer she turned over until they were nose to
nose. “Well?”
“Ladies our next panelist is a woman of many talents. Wife, mother, member of the
Evangeline stood and walked to the podium. Once there she nodded,
acknowledging the audiences’ applause.
When it had stopped, she took a deep breath and
began.
“Thank you for your warm welcome.
Thank you Representative Dickerson for allowing me to participate in
this worthy endeavor and be among such outstanding women. As you all know when someone invites you to
give a speech, the first question is?”
Every one on the panel and those that knew in the audience
answered, “What is the topic?”
“You got that right.”
Everyone laughed. When the
laughter died down, Evangeline stared for a moment into sky blue eyes
filled with pride and began again.
“I was told to give my opinion on any relevant topic; so ladies and, the
few brave gentlemen that are here today.
There is an art to loving a man male and as the wife of one
and the mother of two; I know this to be a true fact. It requires patience, a sense of humor and a
heart encased in steel. It requires
softness and an innate understanding of misdirection and sneakiness.
If you meet a man at the right time in his life and this seldom
happens. You may be blessed enough to
fall in love with a whole person. But
for most of us, we meet them when there they are unfinished and
incomplete. Some of us meet them in
their teens and are charmed by their newness and naivety masked by bravo. And as the years wear them, we are tested and
tried along with them as they learn to become the men they believe they already
are.
If you meet them in their twenties; we still are not on equal
terms. Some are mature while others are
still trying to sow “their oats.” There
are more years of trial and error, hurt and heartache for us, the ones that
love them because we see so much potential that is never realized or remains just
at their fingertips, within their grasp but never fully comprehend.
And then there are the older men who build pyramids and topple
nations. Their women, if blessed are
allowed to help, support, contribute, and shine in her place within their fast
moving world. If she is not a blessed
one, she stands outside. Never allowed
to be satisfied as her own person or his help mate.
For some of us we meet “the man” we’re to spend our lives with in
their and our prime. When they have
determined who they are and what they want out of life.
Some women meet their love when many consider him no longer in his
prime but she knows that he can now give her all that she wants and all that he
is without hesitation, without conditions.
In My Opinion, in loving a man male there is never a
perfect time in their development. It’s
always just a place where we as females decide we will or will not put up with
their so call stuff. Where we decide to
give them as much of ourselves as we are able to. Where we decided that they are worth the
trial and error, hurt and joy.
But remember this is just my opinion.